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That Into You, so I was well-versed in the subject matter. What had tipped me off that Chucky had taken temporary residence within me early this morning was the black, dusty boot prints on the garage floor that Mr. Furse had pointed out. I had been barefoot last night in the garage – the boot prints were not mine. Although that was not conclusive proof of anything, the other bit of evidence, which Mr. Furse had not even noticed, was that the boot tracks started at the base of the crib and ended abruptly seven steps later – in the precise spot where I had fallen last night. I had not tripped after all. Chucky had chased me after I opened his box, and then he had entered my body, the impact from the spirit possession knocking me to the ground.

  When I coughed hard again, I let this one out freely, and I knew it would be my last. It was confirmed that I had exorcised Chucky with that final cough when I got the goose bumps again. That means a ghost has brushed up against you, if you believe Shriekanomics. And I do believe it, even if Will, Windy, my dad, and many others don’t, because I’m a True Believer.

  Before I hurried back to my mom’s car, I left one of my business cards at the place – a unique stone from the RKPL back home – just in case Chucky ever needed to contact me. I tucked the rock away in a very safe hiding place, so only he’d know where to find it.

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